Spring, Ah Spring
summer's on the way!
then pollen appears...wafting on the wind...
I love the great outdoors,
trees, flowers, meadows...
(A-Choo! A-Choo! A-Choo!)
Yet cursed by
my grandfather's genes... (A-Choo!)
I have become a hermit!
© 5-23-2010 C. Elizabeth Elias
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